The world screams, yells, and from him came out a very particular euphoria, a kind of eminent crisis, that magical feeling about environment self-destruction on me and because of this same me. The old stammering now raging, while the best years of the earth went up in smoke as a ritual holocaust, an abominable cycle, littered with community's rubbish. Black was this day, and tomorrow will not bloodless.
" Born is the embryo. "
October 1920, Germany was hit hard by unemployment began a classic deflationary policy. The glorious name of my nation is defiled. Never such an affront will in the future be tolerated. Blood will flow only for no longer flows, the force will be applied so that in the future just in our threats, the collective consciousness will be only, and opponents will be destroyed, as Germany hasn't got his due.
January 1933, my father accesses the Chancellery of Germany. Still unknown from the impure race, he fertilized the embryo that I am now. The most powerful utterance of this century was born.
"I was born"
Suddenly, the excitement hitherto contained in the hearths of our greatest patriots exploded, and gave a new meaning to "An die Freude" for our Nation. I felt inside me an inexplicable desire of conquest. I wanted, since my birth, to give a meaning to my life. To mark my presence in this world. To leave a scar. My father loved me very much, he also wrote a book years ago about me. You see, the arrival of a small thinking entity in this world has always been a happy thing, although China have largely paid the price. The sunlight constantly warmed my body, bathed in the sunbeams that the poets talked about during the Gold Rush of Alaska. While what I was and what I am today plunged with all my heart in the many systemic problems, the madness that engendered my birth was only increase my desire to exist, and to destroy my opponent.
I am alive, healthy, and the cold that rises in the distance scares me. It is here, and it scares me.
Shortly after my birth, the nurses were fired by my father's boss. And we have made them Jeanne¹. Unc' Goebbels was already minister on 11 march. Father has also made me a nice gift on 22 March, he gave me a nice play area, a "holiday camp". While the communitarians flowed, the creation of new air forces as as the improvement of naval and land forces led me to think that I was in a situation. The impure race was forced, and fortunately leaving the public service, under the pressure of violent punishment. The vermin need to be eradicated from our territory. The yellow star was awarded to the impure as medal of their existence, the nation will win !
My father died, and I'm dying with him. And took out from our ashes the patriotic revolutions, strong and powerful. The ineffable flame of our beautiful era is extinguishing, and the flying ashes, exhibited at the borders of our beautiful nation, flew away. The pride of Germany remains standing, always courteous faces the communists atrocities. The fear of death is easily dissipated, when the consciousness of destiny is diluted in us. We are weak, and yet it is this weakness that make us so strong. We know about our mortality, so it was natural foru s to know that we here for a limited period, so we have a duty to make up, to not waste this life, probably given by some transcendental units.
"I did my best."
Signed : Third Reich.
¹ : reference to Jeanne d'Arc. Google it.